Be careful--you may discover an underground opium factory and hundreds of mindless servants who you'd have to fight your way past on the way back above ground. But even if you make it to the surface, you'll still have to make it through the hall of mirrors, where the Big Boss will be waiting for you with his detachable metal hand-claw...

Fat people disgust me in every way imaginable. I was at Freindly's with my girl tonight and saw a bunch of fat fuckers. I felt sorry for the pavement they were killing and the people who had to see them. .

I really wonder how they take themselves so seriously, maybe because you're in a big city that this kind of nonsense is able to go on.

"Labor is prior to, and independent of, capital. Capital is only the fruit of labor, and could never have existed if labor had not first existed. Labor is the superior of capital, and deserves much the higher consideration." -A. Lincoln

"Labor is prior to, and independent of, capital. Capital is only the fruit of labor, and could never have existed if labor had not first existed. Labor is the superior of capital, and deserves much the higher consideration." -A. Lincoln

Seems like a cult. Ask them about sparring, sparring rules, or their excuse for not sparring at all.

That civilisation may not sink,
Its great battle lost,
Quiet the dog, tether the pony
To a distant post;
Our master Caesar is in the tent
Where the maps are spread,
His eyes fixed upon nothing,
A hand under his head.